About

Ashlee is Mama of one darling boy. A 28 week early bird, now 1 and some change, doing beautifully. She lives near Chicago with her sweetheart husband and French Bulldog. She's a thinker not afraid to get her silly on. Babywearer, veggie queen, photography nut. Before the domestic days Ashlee was pursuing a future in developmental psychology but has happily shifted gears in favor of staying at home and couldn't imagine doing anything else. In her free time (ha!) you can find her whipping up babyslings, holding down the fort at Mama Speaks and spotlighting as an Itsy Bitsy Yoga Instructor.

Xavier is currently on a tractor jag. (Everything with wheels larger than a car is a tractor). He reads his tractor book constantly, is always telling us about them and is on the look out where ever we go. Of course, not all tractors are created equal. I haven't figured out the exact ranking but Mail trucks (sorry, tractors), garbage "tractors" and the ever elusive concrete mixer ("con-creeeeete!") are the definite faves.

Monday's are garbage and recycling pick-up in our neck of the woods and from the moment X wakes up he is on the look out for their arrival. He can hear them a mile away and we must run to window (or outside on the off chance he's clothed) to watch them work their magic. Today, however, was no ordinary Monday. The recycling truck made it's rounds and the garbage truck was close on it's heels. It pulls in front of our house and just as the, erm, sanitation worker, hops out to grab our refuse the truck makes the craziest sound and then quickly goes silent. "Uh-oh!" the X-man exclaims and then is parked at the window with the worlds biggest grin on his face as the garbage truck sat broken down in front of our house for over an hour. It was pure heaven for my darling boy.

I think Corinne and X should hang. Tuesdays are our garbage days and she can hear the trucks as they twist and turn through our neighborhood. She will yell her mangled version of "truck" (not fit for typing here) and scramble to the front window. We have to wave and the driver is so sweet that he waves every time! Then, it's tears as it turns the corner... top

And that's when you got some cleaning and some work done? While he was at the window? haha. What a cute story! I find it fascinating how different boys and girls are. NEVER has SlowMo been fascinated by trucks or tractors! top